[TEAM TWO] A Foxtrot With Death

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..................I am so bad at estimating when my deadlines are gonna fall but uh, hi! I was planning to write something less angsty (or probably more angsty, it depends on how much sleep I get really) but as I am about to be late, I went back to the trusty old Sniper!AU. (I am sorry for turning something so cute from the previous turn to......... this.) There is a Korosensations reference somewhere in the thing (yeah I don't know with the name either, Ansastsu Kyoshitsu has a thing with puns)........ and yeah. //waves arms to fic

Dancing with death was their specialty. It was the only way they can survive.

They used to hate each other's guts with a kind of loathing that was almost admirable for twelve year-olds to possess.

Twelve year olds weren't supposed to be so enthusiastic about ending another person's life.

But then, they weren't normal twelve year olds.

Twelve year olds are supposed to slowly learn how to grow up and be adults. Yet they were twelve year olds who have seen horrors way beyond their years, forced to grow up faster than you can load and shoot a gun, faster than you can pull any trigger.

Yuto was skinny, surly, and positively vibrated with an aura that clearly stated he wanted to be left alone.

Yamada was a kid who always kept his head down, walking along walls and trying his best to make his existence as small and insignificant as possible.

They bump into each other, and it was the start of something beautiful and terrible.

Within five minutes, both were being physically restrained. Yamada had to be held back by three instructors as another two wrestled the gun Yuto had somehow managed to procure.

Both of them had nothing but irrational anger and a thirst for murder in their eyes.

"And that was the start of our beautiful friendship," Yamada remembers with a small laugh. Yuto lets a reluctant smile break his otherwise grim expression as he adjusted his aim and peeked into the scope of his Barrett, holding out his hand towards Yamada. He smiled as he felt Yamada’s fingers squeeze his reassuringly before he drew his hand back, remembering how the blood pumping through Yamada’s veins felt against his scarred and calloused hand and committing it to memory.

As long as that blood flows, as long as that person is alive, I will continue this dance for as long as I can. For as long as we both shall live.

“Come on, my beautiful friend,” he said with a smirk in his voice. “Let’s go kill some bad guys.”

//weakly passes the baton to dusk037 and zonks out

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Twelve year olds weren't supposed to be so enthusiastic about ending another person's life.
SORRY PLEASE FEEL FREE TO BLAME WHOEVER RAISED THEM.

Within five minutes, both were being physically restrained.
Well of course they would be XD

Yamada had to be held back by three instructors as another two wrestled the gun Yuto had somehow managed to procure.
Oh god Yuto the things you magic out of thin air ahahahahaha

I'm just. Ahahaha. God, this universe has spiraled out of proportion, hasn't it?

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OH MY GOD INGRID





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I JUST WANT TO QUOTE EVERYTHING BACK AT YOU OH MY GOD INGRID

Yet they were twelve year olds who have seen horrors way beyond their years, forced to grow up faster than you can load and shoot a gun, faster than you can pull any trigger.

They bump into each other, and it was the start of something beautiful and terrible.


Within five minutes, both were being physically restrained. Yamada had to be held back by three instructors as another two wrestled the gun Yuto had somehow managed to procure.
Both of them had nothing but irrational anger and a thirst for murder in their eyes.

He smiled as he felt Yamada’s fingers squeeze his reassuringly before he drew his hand back, remembering how the blood pumping through Yamada’s veins felt against his scarred and calloused hand and committing it to memory.
As long as that blood flows, as long as that person is alive, I will continue this dance for as long as I can. For as long as we both shall live.

SOBS THEIR FRIENDSHIP. UGH. THESE TWO.

I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS

also barrett HELLO

ugh ugh ugh i love this so much. ;-;